I Died the Year My Brother Hated Me Most

I'm dying. But my brother doesn't care at all. He even told me that after I die, my ashes shouldn't taint his eyes. I had no choice but to donate my body and all my organs. That way, I won't be buried in the ancestral grave, there won't be a funeral, and my ashes will never taint my brother's eyes again. But brother, after you couldn't find me, why did you go mad? The day I decided to end my life was an ordinary Friday. The doctor looked at my late-stage stomach cancer test results and advised me to be hospitalized. "Late-stage stomach cancer, extremely poor prognosis." "Although the hope of a cure is slim, you are so young..."